Miss Cocktailia is a tonic that makes me smile when I am in desperate need of a good laugh. But Miss Cocktailia is more than just a 'Funny Girl' - Miss Cocktailia is a Canadian treasure. No Pictoria, I did not mean a "buried" treasure! Cocktailia is the jewel of Winnipeg and now Cocktailia has bejeweled the world! Hai… Read more

Miss Cocktailia is a tonic that makes me smile when I am in desperate need of a good laugh. But Miss Cocktailia is more than just a 'Funny Girl' - Miss Cocktailia is a Canadian treasure. No Pictoria, I did not mean a "buried" treasure! Cocktailia is the jewel of Winnipeg and now Cocktailia has bejeweled the world! Hail Cocktailia!

She is a throw-back darlings - not a throw-back to grander times - just a throw-back. Her antics are well documented in this on-going tell-all ground-breaking series of photographs detailing her trials, her tribulations and her never ending need for more pancake!...and it was this need for more & more pancake which bro… Read more

She is a throw-back darlings - not a throw-back to grander times - just a throw-back. Her antics are well documented in this on-going tell-all ground-breaking series of photographs detailing her trials, her tribulations and her never ending need for more pancake!...and it was this need for more & more pancake which brought an end to darling Cocktailia's budding career as a silent-films siren - of course pursing a career as a silent-movie starlet was an up-hill battle for any Hollywood wanna-be in the late 1980's.

I waited on Cocktailia at Perkins. You know the the old blues, "Might be funny but I still think you're comin', uh huh." For those among you who may be curious, I am a pedantic French maid with frills, featherduster and large box of tattered dictionaries that go wherever I go. I am surely not the only linguist among… Read more

I waited on Cocktailia at Perkins. You know the the old blues, "Might be funny but I still think you're comin', uh huh." For those among you who may be curious, I am a pedantic French maid with frills, featherduster and large box of tattered dictionaries that go wherever I go. I am surely not the only linguist among Cocktailia's fans but I am probably the only one wearing a pastel striped floor-length nightgown, oversize grey and brown wool plaid Sears & Roebuck men's shirt, and red stretchy headband at this moment as well as being the proud owner of two cockatiels, Zisl & Toodles. I curtsey to quality and that is why I am here. I need a new look. May I be your protege? Will you pick me out a new neglige? Tongue in cheek NOT. Seriously, I need a new look. Kind of Leslie Caron mixed with Anastasia and Joey Ramone if he had been a girl.

I have never in all my years seen anyone as tragic or so misunderstood as my dear friend, Cocktailia. Her charm and grace are only exceeded by her poise and sophistication...Wait a second....am I really typing this?? The girl is a pure pig of a cow! Rude - crude - and no where subdued. A brief poem; Her gas has no … Read more

I have never in all my years seen anyone as tragic or so misunderstood as my dear friend, Cocktailia. Her charm and grace are only exceeded by her poise and sophistication...Wait a second....am I really typing this?? The girl is a pure pig of a cow! Rude - crude - and no where subdued. A brief poem; Her gas has no bounds, Her bladder no limits, When Cocktailia's around We all want to grimace. That sums up the evil gasbag of death. All Hail Cocktailia and worship at her nearly broken heels!